Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-05-27
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is ca vast nm enterprise that we Cannot I'M
derstand it. Every hour We hear the clang
If the sepulchral gate. The sod must be
broken. The ground must be plowed Tor
resurrection harvest. Eternity must De
neopled, The dust must press oureyeiids:
1T il appointed unto all men once to die.
! This emigration from time into eternity
/ leeps three-fourths Of the families OF the
earth in desolation. The air is rent with
/ forewells and the black tasseled vehicles
of death rumble through every street:
closely to the mothers heart is put away in
F.; the cold and the darkness. The laughter
freezes to the girls lip, and the rose scat
tiers. The boy in the harvest field of Shu.
nam says: "NIy head! my head!" and
they carry him home to die on the lap of
his mother. Widowhood stands with
tragedies of woe struck into the pallor OF the
cheek. Orphanage cries in vain for father
and mother. Oh, the grave is cruel! With
teeth of stone, it clutches for its prey. Be-
tween the closing gates of the sepulcher
our hearts are mangled and crushed y@ -. Is
there any earthly solace? None. We come
to the obsequies, we sit with the grief
stricken, we talk pathetically to their soul;
but soon the obsequies have passed, the
carriages have left US ut the door. the
friends who stayed for a few days have
gone, and the heart sits in desolation LISTEN
ing for the little feet that will never again
patter through the hall, or looking for the
entrance of those who will never come
thanksgiving into the darkness and
anon coming across soEe book or garment,
or little shoe or picture: that arouses former
! association, almost killing the heart.
| Long days and nights Of suffering that
wear out the spirit and expunge the bright
F! lines of life, aud give haggardness to the
! face, and draw the flesh down over the
cheek bone, and draw dark lines under the
, sunken eyes, and the hand is ,renlulous,
and the voice is husky and uncertain. and
the grief is wearing, grinding. accumulate
/ ing, eNhausting.
| Now, what are such to do? Are they
merely to look up into brazen and un-
heath unfed of stream, unsheltered by
overarching tree? Has God turned us out
on the barren common to die? Oh, no! no!
no! He has not. He understands all our
grief. He sees the height and the.depth
! and the length and the breadth of it. He
is the only one that can fully eyinpathize.
Go and tell Jesus. Sometimes when we
have trouble We go to our friends and we
explain it. and they try to sympathize; but
they do not understand it. They cannot
understand it. But Christ sees all through
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records the groans, but before the tears
started, before the groans began, Christ
saw the inmost hiding place of your sorrow;
and He takes it, and He weighs it, and He
measures it, and He pities it with an all -ab-
sorbing pity. Bone of our bone. Flesh of our
flesh. Heart of our heart. Sorrow of our
sorrow.
AS long rs He remembers Lazarus grave
Ho will stand by You in the cemetery. AS
long as He remembers His own henrtbreak
He will stand by you in the liberation of
your affections. When He forgets the foot
sore way, the sleepless nights, the weary
body, the exhausted mind, the awful cross,
the solemn grave, then He will forget you,
but not until then.
Often when We We're in trouble We sent
for our friends; but they were for away,
they could not get to US. We wrote to
them: "Come right away" or telegraphed:
, "Take the next train" They came at last.
yet were great while in coming, or per-
| haps were too late. But Christ is always
near-before you, behind you, within you.
No mother ever threw her arms around her
child with such warmth and ecstasy of
affection as Christ has shown toward you.
+ Close at hand-nearer than the staff upon
which you lean, nearer than the cup which
you put to Your lips, nearer than the hand
kerchief with which you wipe away your
tears-l preach Him an ove1-present, all
sympathizing, compassionate Jesus. How
can you stay away one moment from Hin
with your griePs? Go now. Go and tell
Jesus.
| 1t is often that our friends have no
, power to relieve US. They would very
much like to do it; but they cannot olsen
t tangle our finances, they cannot cure our
sickness and raise our dead; but glory be
to God that He to whom the disciples went
has all power in heaven and on earth. and
{ at our call He will balk our calamities.
, and, at just the right time, in the presence
of an applauding earth and resounding
heaven, will raise our dead. He will do it,
He is mightier than Herod. He is swifter
than the storm. He is grander than the
sea. He is vaster than eternity. And
| every sword of Gods omnipotence will lem
, from its scabbard, and all the resources of
lnhnlty be exhausted rather than that Gods
, child shall not be delivered when he cries
| to Him for rescue.
Suppose your child was in trouble.
how much would you endure to get him ont?
You would go through any hardship. You
would say: II don't care what il will cost.
l must get him out of that trouble"
Do you think God is not SO good n
father rs you? Seeing you are in trouble.
and having all power, will He not stretch
out his arm and deliver you? He will. He
is mighty to save. He can level the
mountain and divide the sea, and can er.
tinguish the fire and save the soul. Not
dim of eye, not weak of arm, not feeble Of
resources, but with all eternity and the
universe at His feet. Go and tell Jesns
Will you? Ye whose cheeks are wet with
the night dew of the grave; We who cannot
look up; ye whose hearts are dried with
the breath of sirocco; in the name Of the
religion of Jesus Christ, which lifts eyery
burden and wipes away every tear and
delivers every captive and lightens every
darkness, I implore you now go and tell
Jesus. '-1N 'e''
A little child went with her father. n saa
captain, to sea. and when the first storm
came the little child was very much frioht-
ened, and in the night rushed out Of tho
cabin and said: "Were is father? Wbere
is father?" Then they told her: aFathar ;s
on deck guiding the vessel and watchino the 20
storm" The little child immodiatalv ra0
turned to her berth and said: ~, 81,
right, for fathers on deck" Oh. Va w%o
are tossed and driven in this world nm hv
the mountain and down by the valleys. on od
at your wits end. want you to know the
Lore LORD God is guiding the ship. Your
| Father ia IN doo(y AouA